Whispers...

Have you noticed a change in the night?

It’s no longer only the singing of the cedar trees I hear but now a chorus of frogs has started their mating songs. I had heard the morning robins but somehow I had missed them. We all do that; hear something without really hearing it. But there they were under the full moon, crooning away.

Then there is the scent of the rain. Distinctive west coast spring. Smelling of green and dirt. Of pine trees and wet pavement.

I may have to go hunting spring down. Pin her to the pages of this cyber world to share with those who have not yet smelled the trail of her perfume.

G.